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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.