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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.