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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.