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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.