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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.