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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.