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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.