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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.