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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.