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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.