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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.