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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.