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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.