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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.