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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.