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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moleskins 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.