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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.