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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.