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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
the Slits,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
June Days,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.