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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.