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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.