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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Erasure,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.