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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Television,
Main Source,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.