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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
MC5,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.