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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.