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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Japan,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.