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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Skarface to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
MDC,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.