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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.