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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.