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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Gong,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.