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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.