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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.