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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.