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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.