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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Mars,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.