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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.