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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.