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 India and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.