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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.