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 Niger and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Nas,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.