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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.