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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.