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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.