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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.