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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.