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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Aswad,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.