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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.