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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.