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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.