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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.