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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.