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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Magma,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.