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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.