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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.