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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Wings,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.