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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.