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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.