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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.