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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.