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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.