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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.