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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.