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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.