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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of 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.