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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.