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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Pagans,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.