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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.