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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.