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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.