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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.