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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
10cc,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.