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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Scion,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.