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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.