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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.