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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.