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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.