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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.