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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.