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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.