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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.