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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.