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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slackers to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
New Order,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.