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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Darondo to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.