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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.