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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
ABC,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.