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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.