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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.