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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
UT,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.