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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.