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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.