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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Little Man,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.