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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.