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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.