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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.