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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.