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 Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.