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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.