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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.