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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.