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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Surgeon 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.