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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.