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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.