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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Gap Band to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.