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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.