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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.