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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
10cc,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.