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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.