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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.