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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
ABBA,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.