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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Make Up 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.