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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.