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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.