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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.