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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.