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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.