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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.