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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Can,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.