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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.