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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.