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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.