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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.