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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Swans,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.