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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.