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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.