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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.