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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Section 25,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Wire,
Kayak,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.