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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.