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 Brunei 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.