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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.