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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.