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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
the Association,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
CMW,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.