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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.