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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.