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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.