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 Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.