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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.