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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Index,
Television,
UT,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.