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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.