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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.