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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.