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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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 Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.