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 Liberia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.