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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
New Order,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.