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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.