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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Visage,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.