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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.