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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.