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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Organ,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.