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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.