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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.