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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.