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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.