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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.