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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.