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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.