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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.