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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.