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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.