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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.