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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.