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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.