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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.