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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.