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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.