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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.