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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Index,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.