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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Smog,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.