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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Wings,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.