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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.