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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.