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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.