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 Palau 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 New York Dolls 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.