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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.