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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
X-101,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.