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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Magma,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.