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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Fear,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.