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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.