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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.