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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.