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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.