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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.