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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scion to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.