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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.