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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Germs,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.