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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Scientists,
The Index,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.