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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.