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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Franke,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.