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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.