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 China and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry's Kids 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.