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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.