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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.