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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.