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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.