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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.