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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.