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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
The Names,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.