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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deakin,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.