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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Index,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.