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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.