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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.