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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.