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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Index,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.