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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.