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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.