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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.