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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Japan,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.