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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rapeman 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.