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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.