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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.