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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.