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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.