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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.