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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.