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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.