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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.