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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Can,
the Normal,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.