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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.