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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.