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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Litter,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.