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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.