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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
UT,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.