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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.