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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Fear,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.