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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.