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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.