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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.