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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.