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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.