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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
UT,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.