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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Index,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.