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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.