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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.