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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Faust,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Index,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.