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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Television,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.