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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 grunge 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.