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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.