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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.