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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.