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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.