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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
the Association,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.