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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.