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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
JFA,
Ronan,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.