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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.