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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.