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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.