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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
UT,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.