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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Zapp,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.