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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.