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 Madagascar 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.