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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.