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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.