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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.