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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.