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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.