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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.