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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.