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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.