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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.