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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Saints,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.