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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.