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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.