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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.