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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.