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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.