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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Motorama,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.