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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.