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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.