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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.