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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.