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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.