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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.