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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.