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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.