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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.