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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.