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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.