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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
MC5,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.