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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Human League,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.