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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.