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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.