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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.