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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.