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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.