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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.