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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.