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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Mars,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.