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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.