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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.