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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
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.