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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.