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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.