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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.