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 Denmark and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.