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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Television,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.