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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.