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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.