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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.