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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.