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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Saints,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.