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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.