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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.