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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Connie Case 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.