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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.