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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.