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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Liliput,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.