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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.