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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.