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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.