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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Yusef Lateef 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.