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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.