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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.