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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.