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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.