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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.