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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.