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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.