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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.