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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
June Days,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.