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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Television,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.