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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.