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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.