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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.