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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.