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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.