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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.