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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Liliput,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.