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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.