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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Franke,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
10cc,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.