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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.