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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.