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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.