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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.