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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
AZ,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.