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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.