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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Television,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.