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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Q65,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.