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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Mars,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Josef K,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.