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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.