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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.