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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.