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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.