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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.