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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.