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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.