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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.