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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.