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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.