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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.