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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.