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 Cuba and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Neu!,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.