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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Fear,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.