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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Visage,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.