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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.