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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.