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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.