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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Smog,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Q65,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.