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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.