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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.