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 Libya 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Smog,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.