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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.