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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.