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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.