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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
John Holt,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.