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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.