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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.