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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.