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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.