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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.