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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.