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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.