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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.