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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.