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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.