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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.