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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.