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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.