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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 JFA to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.