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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.