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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Magma,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.