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 Bahamas 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.