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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.