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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.