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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Swans,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.