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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.