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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.