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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.