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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.