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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.