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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.