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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.