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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Invisible,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.