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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.