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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.