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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.