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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.