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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.