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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
UT,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.