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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.