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 New Zealand 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.