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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.