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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.