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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.