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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.