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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Mars,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Franke,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.