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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.