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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.