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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.