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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Can,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.