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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.