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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.