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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.