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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Symarip,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.