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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.