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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.