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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Jandek,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.