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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Ronan,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.