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 Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Toasters to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.