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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
MDC,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Japan,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.