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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Mars,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.