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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.