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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.