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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.