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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.