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 Syria 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.