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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.