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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.