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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.