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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.