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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.