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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.