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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.