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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.