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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
UT,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.