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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.