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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.