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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.