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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
X-102,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.