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 Germany 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.