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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.