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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
JFA,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.