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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.