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 Gabon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Whodini to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.