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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.