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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.