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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.