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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.