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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.