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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.