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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.