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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.