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 Laos and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.