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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.