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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Q65,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.