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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.