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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.