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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.