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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.