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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur 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?
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Magma,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.