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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
The Evens,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.