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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.