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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.