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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.