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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.