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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
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.