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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.