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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.