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 South and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.