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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '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 Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.