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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.