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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.