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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.