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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.