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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.