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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.