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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.