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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.