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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.