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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.