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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 American Breed,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.