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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
X-102,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.