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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.