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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.