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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.