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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.