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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.