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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.