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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.