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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.