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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Scion,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.