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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.