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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.