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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.