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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.