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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.