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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cameo 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.