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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.