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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.