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 Hungary 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.