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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.