Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.