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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.