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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.