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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.