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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.