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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
New Order,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.