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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.