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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.