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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Urselle,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.