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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.