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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.