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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.