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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
The Move,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.